By the time Li Yunqiao came home from work in the evening, Lu Fengzhen had already finished wrapping the wontons and even rolled out some cornmeal and white flour noodles.
Tonight it was just the two of them for dinner, and Li Yunqiao was quite satisfied. After all, in the past, Friday nights were spent eating in the cafeteria, coming home to just himself.
"Fengzhen, you have some wontons too."
"Brother Li, you eat them yourself; I'll just have noodles. These are specially made for you, eat more. You all work so hard."
Li Yunqiao felt blissful; women at home should be like this.
Lu Fengzhen put a little chili oil in the bowl, making it taste even better.
Li Yunqiao was quite satisfied, and unusually, ate a lot in the evening.
"Brother Li, are Lihong and the others coming back for lunch tomorrow?"
"No, they're not coming back; they'll be back tomorrow evening."
"Okay, I got it."
